Pervert In Stone Age: Breaking Cavewomen with Modern Kinks

I met her gaze, my voice steady and unshakable. ”We’re moving to a better place,” I said. ”A fortress. Safe. Strong. No more hiding. No more struggling.”

I looked around at the gathered women, their naked bodies glistening with sweat and the remnants of their primitive lives. ”I’ll explain everything once we get there.”

For Ravina, I was more than a leader—I was her God. She didn’t question me. She never had. With a nod, she turned to the others, her voice ringing out with authority. ”You heard him! Gather your things! We’re leaving!”

The women scattered, their movements quick and efficient. They trusted Ravina. And Ravina trusted me.

Kina, her dark hair tangled from sleep, looked up at me with wide eyes. ”Dexter... is this real? Are we really leaving this place?”

I placed a hand on her shoulder, my touch reassuring. ”Yes, Kina. And it’s going to be better than anything you’ve ever known.”

I turned toward the cliff, where the rest of the tribe—those who lived above, hidden from the main group—resided. The path was steep, treacherous, and there was no one in sight. No guards, no movement. Just the quiet rustle of the wind through the trees.

With a flick of my wrist, I summoned the Magical Tool, twisting it in my grip until it morphed into a sleek, metallic elevator, its platform humming to life beneath my feet.

I stepped onto the platform and ascended, the machinery whirring softly as it carried me upward. At the top, I found the guards—two women, their spears clutched tightly as they patrolled the edge. The moment they saw me, they dropped to their knees, pressing their foreheads to the ground.

”My King...” one of them breathed, her voice trembling with reverence.

”Go gather everyone,” I commanded, my voice leaving no room for delay. ”We’re leaving this place. Now.”

They didn’t hesitate. They vanished into the huts, their shouts rousing the sleeping women. Moments later, Veronica and Mary emerged, their naked bodies glistening in the morning light, their breasts bouncing with each step as they hurried toward me. Their eyes widened as they took the elevator, their voices a mix of shock and awe.

”Dexter!” Veronica breathed, her hand flying to her chest. ”This elevator—how did it get here? Who built it?” Her eyes darted between me and the gleaming platform, her mind struggling to comprehend what she was seeing.

One of the tribe women, still kneeling, answered for me, her voice filled with reverence. ”Our King made it with his magical power.”

I stepped back onto the platform, gesturing for them to follow. ”Come. We’re leaving. All of you.”

Veronica and Mary exchanged a glance, their expressions a mix of fascination and terror. ”How is this possible?” Mary whispered, her fingers hovering over the smooth metal like it was a sacred relic.

I met their gazes, my voice a dark, velvety growl. ”With me, everything is possible.”

The platform descended, and with another flick of my wrist, the elevator morphed back into a ring, slipping onto my finger as if it had never been anything else. Veronica and Mary gasped, their hands flying to their mouths, their eyes wide with disbelief.

”By the gods...” Veronica breathed, her voice barely above a whisper.

”No,” I corrected, my voice low and commanding. ”By me.”

As we rejoined the tribe, the murmurs began immediately. The women who had been gathered below stared at Veronica, Mary, and the others who had lived above the cliff, their eyes filled with curiosity and a hint of jealousy.

”Who... are they?” one of them asked, her voice hesitant.

Ravina stepped forward, her voice ringing out with authority. ”They are all my tribe,” she declared, her gaze sweeping over the gathered women. ”Just as you are. We are all moving to a better place. A place where we will be safe. Strong. Powerful.”

The women exchanged glances, their fear slowly giving way to curiosity, to hope. For them, Ravina was their leader—the one who had brought them food, safety, a better life.

The trucks rumbled to life, their engines growling like beasts ready to hunt. I turned to the gathered women, my voice cutting through their murmurs like a blade. ”Load up. We’re leaving.”

The women hesitated, their naked bodies trembling not just from the morning chill but from the sheer unreality of the steel monsters before them.

The female soldiers—hardened, disciplined—watched with a mix of amusement and curiosity as the tribe women approached, their eyes wide with wonder and fear.

Veronica and Mary, familiar with the concept of vehicles from stories passed down through generations, climbed in first, their movements confident despite their nakedness.

Veronica’s full breasts bounced slightly as she hoisted herself up, her ass flexing with the effort. ”Come on!” she called back to the others, her voice laced with excitement. ”It’s just a ride!”

But the others weren’t so sure.

Ada stood frozen, her large, heavy breasts rising and falling with rapid breaths, her eyes locked on the truck like it might suddenly come alive and devour her.

I stepped behind her, my hands gripping her wide hips possessively. ”Need a hand?” I murmured, my voice a dark tease in her ear.

Before she could protest, I lifted her effortlessly, my palms cupping the soft flesh of her ass as I placed her in the truck. She gasped, her fingers clutching the metal sides, her thighs pressing together as she felt the cold surface beneath her. ”D-Dexter!” she stammered, her face flushing.

One by one, the other women followed—Kerry, Kina, Vera, Agatha—each helped up by either the female soldiers or me. Kina’s small, perky breasts jiggled as she climbed in, her eyes darting around like a cornered animal.

Vera’s muscular body flexed as she pulled herself up, her dark skin glistening with sweat. Agatha, the eldest, moved slowly, her sagging breasts swinging as she found her place among the others.

Seeing their leaders and sisters climb in without harm, the remaining women began to follow, their fear slowly giving way to curiosity. Soon, all the trucks were filled with naked bodies, their skin pressing against the cold metal, their breath coming in quick, nervous gasps.

The journey was smooth, the convoy cutting through the forest like a blade through silk. The women inside the trucks remained silent at first, their eyes wide as they watched the world blur past the open sides.

Some clutched each other for comfort, their fingers digging into warm flesh. Others simply stared, their minds struggling to comprehend the speed, the noise, the sheer power of the machines carrying them.

The women began to relax, their initial terror replaced by cautious excitement. Ada’s fingers traced the metal beneath her, her expression a mix of awe and disbelief. ”How is this possible?” she murmured, more to herself than anyone else.

Kina, pressed between Kerry and Vera, finally found her voice. ”Where are we going, Dexter?” she called out, her voice trembling slightly.

I glanced back at them from the lead truck, my voice carrying over the wind. ”Somewhere better.”

As we neared the fortress, the first thing that came into view was the perimeter. A ring of armed soldiers stood guard, their postures rigid, their expressions unyielding.